On somber night When shivering clouds bemoan The aching of souls alone Then stars appear One arc of their dance shows clear And glittering song intone Be but your own good friend And be good to the other Cherish those sisters and brothers Along the road And to the earth extend Every reverence and wonder Tend to the wounds of your blunders Honour God who formed our home When sun is low Bright bands in forest glow Fair fiats of Love. Behold! See shimmering flies In their quadrillions rise Weaving a cloth of gold